Headed for a weekend jaunt to fish the Owens. We were pleasantly surprised to find ourselves in a full blown caddis hatch Sunday afternoon till the evening with not a soul around. We were giddy as were the fish who ate with reckless abandonment. Guess who had the right fly ;).
More importantly, we asked for rest and a time to remember. We were blessed with both.
Monday, May 12, 2008
I know this isn't fishing related but I love this photo. I recently was a groomsman at a good friends wedding and had Miguel shoot this shot of us with a point and shoot camera. It's a rare find to see me in a tux.
So how could I relate this to fishing? I got it! I caught the ultimate catch five years ago and she is still my everything.
I recently took a retreat to the wild alone to seek comfort. I got a little fishing in and just spent time alone in the beautiful creation. I had a few heavy upsets in the family and needed to reconnect since I felt poured out like a drink offering the week before.
Through this experience I realized I was putting Him in a box. He has been tugging on my heart, asking me to listen to Him, and when I finally let go of everything I expected him to speak right away. As if! Who am I to expect something like that? It's funny, He didn't speak to me as I imagined. Rather, after spending a few days alone, I realized later that he did speak to me in the simplest of ways. He simply put this verse on my heart, "Be still and know that I am God". Those words still comfort and haunt me to this day.
Well, my wife and I took a weekend excursion to the Golden Trout Wilderness in search for some technical, low-traffic water. We indeed found what we were looking for and had two days of solid dry fly, 4 weight excitement. If you could drift it right, BAM, you had a lively wild trout on. It required a few hours of backpacking through, what my wife will call, no trail, which in my mind is THE idea. It sometimes pays off to go where most don't and God blesses me immensely when I take that extra step.
My wife loved how resourceful I was on the trip when I broke out the 'coffee filter' in the morning. You see, we use to have this great, little cloth coffee filter we picked up from our trip in Costa Rica where we used it countless times as it became the greatest backpacking necessity. It finally broke on our last trip, so I improvised the day of, and grabbed some excess fabric for the Fabric Lab at work to use for our morning coffee. She loved it so much, she had to snap a photo.
Monday, February 18, 2008
The Eastern Sierras in the Winter is close to epic.
Imagine this for a weekend:
Dirtbagging in the back of the truck with a number of down layers in below freezing temps just steps from the river. Attempting to brew coffee on the tailgate first thing in the morning with an energy bar in one hand and a banana in the other. Carefully maneuvering around the small herds of cows in order not to startle the bull. Eating pasta, pasta, pasta, and, you guessed it, more pasta. When daylight resides, strapping on the headlamp for a little climbing exercise on some world-renown boulders. Getting to know a friend even better than before. Not seeing another soul for hours on end. Oh, and also, all this in the hopes of landing known Brown Trout the size of your arm.
Now, that is a well-spent weekend.
The Fly Fishing Film Tour for 2008 is underway.
The tour first premiered at the Patagonia Headquarters in Ventura, CA. The show sold out weeks in advance. We had quite a showing with close to famous folks gracing our presence including: El Pescador, author of the critically acclaimed Blog, Wayupstream, and highly sought-after Moldy Chum's very own B.B.
The best part of the evening was when I spoke to a gentlemen who purchased a pair of tickets from Craigslist the day before the show - so rad.